Grace Gets Joan Jiggy
Joan Girardi, Grace Polk
Femslash (mild), friendship
It wasn't a dark and stormy night. But it was the Thursday night before the biology midterm, so that will have to do.
Joan Girardi sat on her bed with her best friend Grace Polk, who had come over for a study session.
Joan had already kicked off her shoes. She wore a hip-hugging pair of jeans along with a blue t-shirt that was a couple of sizes too small. Over her breasts, the shirt bore the logo "Feel Free." She was going bra-less tonight.
Her Dad didn't approve of the shirt, but that was part of why she liked wearing it. She'd always had a good relationship with her father, and that was still true. But in the last few years, as her body had blossomed into curvy womanhood, she'd seen him carefully avert his eyes when he was talking to her. It was fun to tease him a little.
Most of her conversations at school - with guys and even some of the girls - started with them giving her the "dip look." First, their gaze dipped for a moment to her breasts. Then, pretending that they hadn't just ogled her chest, they looked up at her face to talk to her.
Grace had worn her usual black leather jacket, which she'd hung on the back of a chair. She wore a yellow tank-top with a plain light-blue bra, beat-up jeans, and a nondescript pair of running shoes.
The studying hadn't lasted long before the conversation turned to gossip, sex, and guys. At the moment, Grace was pretending to be outraged.
"You've really never done it?" said the mannish blonde girl. "That's just stupid. You and Rove have been together for over a year. What are you waiting for?"
"It's not that I don't want to," said Joan. "I really like Adam and we've done lots of the normal stuff."
"I hate to say this, but are you sure he's not gay?"
Joan laughed. "Completely sure. After I get him going, he's totally into it: just not into me, if you know what I mean. It does bother me that I always have to initiate things. For once, I wish that he'd just take charge."
Grace looked like she was mulling over an idea. Sometimes, Joan couldn't tell what her friend was thinking.
Grace said, "Hey, would you get me that book off the night table?"
Joan reached across the bed, stretching to get to the book. As she stretched, her shirt pulled up and her jeans pulled down, exposing her belly. Grace made her move.
As Joan's hand touched the book, she felt a hot, wet kiss just below her navel. Startled, she dropped the book on the floor.
"Grace! Ah … oh …"
Joan's body stiffened as Grace kissed and nuzzled the sensitive skin of her abdomen. Joan laid back on the bed, almost comatose with pleasure and excitement. Adam might not want to take charge, but Grace had no problem about doing it.
Grace slowed her kissing and gently caressed Joan.
"Now you're in a more positive frame of mind," Grace said. "I want you to promise that you'll seduce Adam and you won't take 'no' for an answer. Agreed?"
As if to underline the demand, Grace laid another wet, lingering kiss on Joan's belly.
"Yes," Joan gasped.
"I'll seduce Adam and I won't take 'no' for an answer," Joan said.
"Say it again."
"I'll seduce Adam and I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"Good girl," said Grace. She lifted her face up to Joan's and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "Rove is one of my two best friends, and you're the other one. I know you both want it, and you're going to have it with each other. Deal?"
Joan smiled up at Grace. I don't deserve such a good friend, she thought.
"Uh, Grace …?" she said.
"I'm on it, girlfriend," Grace said. And then she was.